Hah! It finally came to my head that I needed to finish a chapter of this story! Ideas came to my head quickly, and there you have it! I didn't update in a LONG time, so I decided that I'd leave you a nice-long read. Enjoy reading; you'll be in for a surprise.
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Dangit Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or any of its characters. Credit goes to their creators, Trey Parker, and Matt Stone.
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It was a normal morning at South Park, Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman waiting at the bus stop, for Ms. Crabtree to come and load the kids onto the bus. Of course it's been the same since the fourth grade. No changes. Except, the 'punctual' Kyle, came to the bus stop last, out of the four boys.
"Hey dude, what's up?" Stan leisurely said, and turned to Kyle's face, and gasped.
"Hey…" Kyle mumbled, under his breath.
"Dude! What the fuck happened to you?" Stan questioned, examining Kyle's eyes.
Stan's voice caught Cartmans attention, and he peered over to Kyle. His eyes were half open, bloodshot, and had heavy bags. He was rubbing his eyes, and couldn't walk straight. The frizzy, fiery, red hair Kyle had been so overprotective about, was sticking out the sides of his hat. Cartman also tried to hide the fact that he knew why Kyle was such a mess. It was because of yesterday, I pushed jew-boy to the point to make him cry. I totally lowered his self-esteem, and he thought about his 'useless-self' all night, and couldn't sleep. Cartman thought, and looked away from Kyle, avoiding any eye contact.
"Oh nothing," Kyle said, straightening his lop-sided hat. "I guess I just didn't get much sleep last night."
"Over wmat?" Kenny mumbled, wondering why the hell Kyle would be up so late.
Kyle glanced over at Cartman, who was kicking his feet shyly, and tensing-up, looking a lot like a jumpy Butters. He knows why, Kyle thought, and frowned.
"Mm, studying, I guess," Kyle lied.
"Dude, you don't need to study, I told you already, you're smart enough! Don't hurt yourself," Stan went on, talking about Kyle's health and 'studying-habits.'
While Stan was blabbering aimlessly about Kyle and 'his studying shit', Kenny nudged Cartman.
"What's wromg?" Kenny asked quietly, in a nervous, worried tone of voice.
"Hm? What? Nothing's wrong Kenny, what are you talking about?!" Cartman slipped, acting a little bit too jumpy and edgy.
Kenny giggled, "Dom't gimme thmat."
"Seriousla Kenny! Nothing's wrong!" Cartman shouted, looking around him, to see if Kyle and Stan were listening in on him and Kenny.
Kenny raised an eyebrow, and impatiently looked at Cartman, waiting for him to spill.
"Okay, Okay…" Cartman whispered, "I'll tell you on the bus…"
Kenny nodded, "Okay."
"…Yes Stan Marsh, I understand that sleeping is an important trait in my life. I will set studying aside, and accept my 'good-enough' grades." Kyle said, in a sing-song voice, imitating Stan's exact words.
"Good," Stan finished, as Ms. Crabtree pulled over.
"GET ON THE BUS RIGHT NOW, AND SHUT UP," Ms. Crabtree welcomed.
"Only until you get that sand out of your vagina, you big-fat-smelly-bitch," Stan quietly said under his breath.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Ms. Crabtree screamed, and basically fell out of her chair.
"I said, 'only until you get that sand out of your vagina, you big-fat-smelly-bitch," Stan repeated.
"Oh. Okay," she replied, and closed the bus door after the 'kids.'
Stan sat next to a sleepy Kyle, who would barely talk on the bus.
Kenny squirmed onto Cartman's seat, and surprisingly fit, most likely because of his malnutrition, being skinny as a twig.
He impatiently stared at Cartman, right as soon as he sat down, and waited for an answer to the question he asked him earlier.
Cartman took a deep breath, and clamped both of his hands together dramatically, as if he was going to say the president's speech or something. "I feel guilty," he peeped.
"Wait-Wmat?" Kenny cocked his head, and took off his hood, to speak clearly, and to see Cartman's helpless face without any blocking of his hood. This was a priceless sight of Eric Cartman.
"Well…yesterday, after you and Stan left at the park," Cartman said slowly, and Kenny nodded at every word Cartman was saying. "I was alone with Kyle."
"…what did you rape him or something?" Kenny giggled, joking around.
Cartman rolled his eyes, and continued. "For some reason, I wanted to be a complete douche bag, and decided to rip-on Kyle."
Kenny raised his eyebrow, and threw his arms in the air. "You do that all the time asshole!"
"No, this time, I went farther than 'you-stupid-jew.'" Cartman admitted, and buried his face in his hands.
"Eric! What the hell did you do?!" Kenny questioned dramatically, playfully nudging him on the shoulder.
"I…I……told him why I hated him and things I don't like about him," Cartman replied quickly, looking up at Kenny.
"Wow, you're a nice friend," Kenny said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Kenneh, I feel bad for him, he was like…crying or something and he couldn't sleep last night because of what I told him," Cartman peeped, "I think I went too far."
"Eric Cartman? Feeling sympathy?" Kenny grinned like an idiot, and laughed immaturely.
"You're not helping," Cartman whined, and ignored Kenny for the rest of the bus ride, looking out the window.
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"Kyle…I know you weren't sleeping much last night," Stan whispered into Kyle's ear. "I know that the reason wasn't because you were studying."
"What?" Kyle whispered back.
"I know you," Stan said deeply, shooting Kyle with his piercing grayish-bluish eyes. "You know you're an academic, and you have no competition."
Kyle let out a deep sigh. "I know," Kyle whimpered, and his eyes were swelling up with tears.
"Dude! Kyle! What's wrong?!" Stan's eyes widened and he put his hands on Kyle's shoulders, to get a grip of him.
Kyle frowned, and took a deep breath. He was trying his hardest to fight back tears, and he didn't want to re-tell the hurtful words Cartman told him, but, he had to. Stan was his best friend, and Kyle had to tell him anything, and everything.
"It's Cartman…" Kyle sniffled, looking out the window.
"Son of a bitch! I thought so! Was it when Kenny and I left the park?" Stan screamed, looking at the seat where Cartman was sitting, and gave Cartman a dirty look.
Kyle nodded, and buried his face in Stan's chest. Stan jumped a bit at first, to Kyle's sudden approach, but he patted Kyle on the back soothingly. He felt Kyle's soft sobbing, and heard him sniffling.
Kyle's head tilted up from Stan's chest, and looked into his eyes. "He hurt me Stan," Kyle said sniffling. "He hurt me…"
"Bastard! What did he do?" Stan questioned, squeezing Kyle's minuscule body tighter.
"He…he…told me that…" Kyle didn't have the heart to repeat the words Cartman said.
"Come on, it couldn't be that bad, it's Cartman," Stan said, giving Kyle a small smile.
"No…" Kyle sobbed, "He told me why he hated me and that… that…" Kyle stumbled for his words. "He told me I was a zero."
"Aw, what is there to hate?" Stan questioned, batting his eyelashes playfully.
"Everything!" Kyle yelled, and started bawling harder.
"And…what did he mean by zero?" Stan replied, patting Kyle on the back.
"I don't know exactly, but…" Kyle said, straightening his back, and giving a confusing look to Stan. "He told me that 100x0=0, and whatever I do to him, or say to him, I will still be a zero."
"Oh…I see what he meant by that," Stan said, catching on. "But hey, is he trying to use math on you?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Wow, he's calling you a zero?" Stan asked, sarcastically. "That pretty pathetic, considering that the only zero's he see's in his life is on his tests."
Kyle giggles, and Stan joins in.
Kyle wiped the remaining tears from his eyes, and gave Stan a pretty, 'I'm all better' smile.
"But, what really surprised me was about how sudden he went on," Kyle said, tapping his index finger on his lip.
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Once Cartman, Kyle, Stan and Kenny got off the bus, everything went awkward. Stan wouldn't stop giving Cartman dirty looks, and Cartman figured that Kyle had already told him 'the news.'
Kenny thought it was too boring that Cartman and Kyle wouldn't talk to each other, so he decided to spice things up a bit. "So…Kyle, Cartman...this is unusual, you guys haven't argued at all."
Cartman shot Kenny a dirty 'you-know-why' look.
Kyle looked like he was about to burst out crying.
Stan wanted to change the subject, to keep Kyle from having a random outburst. "We have 15 minutes left before school actually starts," Stan stated, looking around the playground. "And it's snowing!"
"Hey…it is," Kenny said, putting his hood back on. "M'all better!"
"Remember when we'd stick out our tongues and eat Christmas snow?" Cartman remembered, smiling kindly at Kyle, looking at him for the first time today.
"Yeah, but I couldn't eat any because you said Jews couldn't eat Christmas snow!" Kyle said playfully, crossing his arms. He was trying to set a friendly mood.
"I aint stopping you anymore," Cartman said quietly, turning away, bringing Kenny with him.
"Eric…where are we going?" Kenny whispered, while Cartman was dragging him. He brought him far away from Stan and Kyle, who were dumbfounded of their sudden leave.
"I need help! I've made it extremely awkward to even look at Kyle!" Cartman said, panting.
"Dude…I dom't knom what to do," Kenny said, irritated, trying to move back towards Stan and Kyle. He wasn't in the mood to waste his morning recess being 'Dr. Phil McCormick.'
"Yes you do, Kenny, you always know what to do when I'm in trouble," Cartman said, pouting and trying to look helpless.
"Cartman, dom't yoo ever do the puppy dog face agaim," Kenny said, backing away from Cartman. He gave a disgusted shiver. "Yoo look so fuckimg gay."
"Kenny, you have to fucking help me get out of this mess," Cartman said strictly, shooting a piercing stare at Kenny.
"Whatemer dude, I'm leavimg," Kenny said, making his way towards Kyle and Stan.
"Kenny, why are you being so ignorant?" Cartman asked, he was upset that Kenny wasn't being a good friend. Kenny was usually always there for his back.
Kenny scoffed, and turned around, facing Cartman. "ME? You're calling ME ignorant?"
"Yeah, you won't help me get this stupid mess straight."
"You're the one who started it, why do you expect me to finish it?"
"If you were a good friend, you would."
"Are you calling me a bad friend?"
"Maybe."
Kenny glared, made his way towards Cartman, and pushed him on the shoulders slightly. Cartman returned the push, and Kenny got mad, and returned a push, with harder force. The routine wouldn't stop.
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"I'm not getting any snow on my tongue!" Kyle pleaded.
"Stick your tongue out farther," Stan replied. "Hah, I got one on my mouth."
Kyle aimlessly stuck out his thin, pinkish tongue, and walked around, trying to catch snow on his tongue.
"You're never going to eat any snow if you walk around like that," Stan said, catching another snowflake on his tongue.
"Okay, okay," Kyle said, standing still. He waited for a snowflake to fall on his tongue. Nothing happened, and the muscles in his tongue were getting tired. He kept trying; he wanted to have a taste of 'Christmas snow.'
Cartman and Kenny were still pushing each other slightly, harder every time. It got to the point where Cartman started pushing too hard, and Kenny got pissed off. They were shoving each other around, and kept pushing each other. They didn't notice they we're making their way towards Stan and Kyle.
Stan noticed that Cartman and Kenny were coming by, and he cocked his head. He wondered why they were shoving each other around. He shrugged, and turned away, he didn't want to get into anything.
Kyle didn't notice that Cartman and Kenny were fighting; he was way too focused on catching a snowflake on his mouth.
Kyle looked up in the sky, and stuck out his tongue. He was too ignorant of his surroundings, that he didn't see Cartman making his way towards him, being pushed by Kenny.
Finally, Kenny took a nasty, rock-hard push at Cartman, which pushed him into Kyle.
Kyle's tongue smashed onto Cartman's lips. Kyle looked down, and saw his tongue pressed against Cartman's lips. He quickly pulled away, disgusted.
"…Did you just lick me…?" Cartman said, quivering.
Kenny gasped.
"…I-I… I was sticking my tongue out to catch snow!" Kyle pleaded. He didn't want to be known as a fag for this misunderstanding…
"Dude, what happened?" Stan asked, making his way towards Cartman and Kyle. They were both sharing the same, embarrassed, disgusted look.
Kyle's violet-green purple eyes, and Cartman's caramel-brown eye's shared a look. They were huge, and stunned.
Kyle's tiny hand was clamped over his mouth, and Cartman couldn't feel his lips.
"Aw dude, what happened?" Stan said, nobody was answering, so he glanced over to Kenny. His periwinkle eyes were full of worry. "Kenny?"
"They…they..." Kenny was shocked, and looked down at his feet, and thought he couldn't respond. Kyle and Cartman clamped their eyes shut, they were about to hear the words from their action. "Kyle licked Cartman."
Stan was speechless, but managed to peep out one word. "Why?"
"I-I didn't mean to! I was doing like you said, sticking out my tongue, waiting for a snowflake, when Kenny comes in, pushes Cartman, and his lips just-so-happened to bash onto my tongue," Kyle stuttered, flushing velvet red, the same color as his hair. Cartman's cheeks were also swelling up into a pinkish-reddish color.
"It was all a misunderstanding! Kyle didn't mean to lick Cartman!" Kenny screamed, very quickly.
Cartman blinked, and glanced down to his feet, kicking them a little. "But that doesn't undo me being licked by Kyle."
"Who cares," Stan said, shrugging. "No one will ever know. We're not going to tell anybody, right?"
"Right," they replied in unison.
Driiing! The recess bell rang, and kids were lining up to get inside.
Cartman secretly licked his lips, and made his way to class.
The scene of Kyle licking Cartman kept playing through both Kyle, and Cartman's minds. It felt like Kyle had licked Cartman a million times.
Lick, lick, lick….
When Cartman and Kyle got into class, their cheeks we're flushing a deep red. Luckily, nobody knew that their cheeks weren't red from the cold.
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